Update the Fourth

The pile of rock "magically" moved from the street in front of our house into our backyard with a neighbor's friend's piece of heavy machinery. This cost us some cash, but seeing as how Mark was sick for several days last week and I was watching the Drew Monster, the money was well spent to get that damn pile of rock out of the way.

There are now only eight boxes left to unpack in the garage, and most of those are either books or photos/wall art.

We have a fully functional guest bedroom.

I have a fully functional office, though there are still Things to be Done before I am content with the space as "finished." Though it feels settled enough that I wrote for the first time in eighteen days last night and will be getting back to the writing tonight as soon as I post this.

Hell broke loose last week at the DDJ and may yet prove itself uncontained this week as well. There is discussion of having me fly back to Colorado not once but twice in February--yes, February, the shortest month of the year.

And, because all our cake needs right now is more icing, our car is in the shop for the fourth time in less than three months, this time for funky ignition problems, a busted central computer, and a cracked radiator. All part of the "normal wear and tear," we're told. Color us reassured.

Hopefully I'll be able to get back into the swing of regular blogging sometime this week. Ish.